#i didnt proofread this sorry

[therewithinthestars]

warframe spoilers: the new war & whispers in the walls !

this is just speculation, but now that it has been basically confirmed that the operator is not gonna be doing the romance in the new quest, i think it's safe to assume we will play as someone else? not arthur either, so perhaps drifter?

i'm really curious and excited to see how they'll connect the story!

the new war was really fun and unique in giving us the choice who to play as - i know a lot of people prefer the drifter due to their maturity, but i personally chose the operator, because i feel like my traumatized inner child needed the closure lol.

and it just felt right in the story - this used and betrayed and abandoned child got to prove themselves finally in the end, they got to save Lotus - someone who they have kinda complicated relationship with but is ultimately very important (and to finally properly revenge Umbra, at least in my heart).

i know we then get to choose gameplay wise, whether to use the drifter or the operator, but i assume witw was from the point of operator no matter who you chose? (correct me if im wrong). and despite being quite passive/ quiet in the story, i feel like that's an important detail still!

so how will the drifter fall into this puzzle?? what happens that the operator has to stay behind? will the drifter have the same emotional stakes that we built up with the operator in witw???

i dont know but i am so so excited to learn what they have in store for us, and if it is a drifter story indeed then i am even more excited! I'm happy about my choices in the new war, but having a story revolving around our other us would be just amazing and connect us (operator & drifter) in even more meaningful ways!!!

[creature-featurez]

I SAW UR REBLOG i wanna know like. how does the immortal/mortal thing manifest or do they just not think Ab it...

HELLO!! sorry this is late again..

I'd say for the most part they try not to think about it. For a bit of canon context, at one point Simon is eaten by Golb (pre-betty fusing with him) and that's how he becomes freed from the crown's curse, as whatever is eaten by Golb is then slowly digested via being reverted through time until they no longer exist. So Simon is reverted to just before putting on the crown. In my AU, this fact, on top of him being a previous magic-user and having traces of magic still clung onto him, makes Simon age a bit slower than most humans. While he thinks he's in his late 50's he actually "physically" only in his mid to late 40's, and even then the magic is keeping him relatively younger, as well. However, his age does eventually catch up with him, and while Reader, Simon, and Betty try not to think about it, it does become apparent at some point that he is going to die. Betty and Reader will outlive him at some point, and continue living forever after that. (Note: Reader can be killed still, just can't die of old age/has a buffed immune system. Betty is basically a god though and can't really die unless she chooses to.)

Obviously this is very hard on all of them, but another factor is that Simon is kind of insecure about being so much older than his partners. Both Reader and Betty are perpetually stuck at the ages they were both "cursed", so their mid and late 30's respectively, while Simon keeps aging. He feels like an old man, and like they deserve someone younger and not as old and weary. Of course this is ridiculous and his partners love him, but anxiety will be anxiety.

Reader and Betty are pretty fine with being immortal outside of losing Simon. It's weird, but they've been through weirder, and Reader at least has had 200 years to process it.

[clourey]

synopsis : realizing he likes you!

featuring : itoshi sae, michael kaiser

ITOSHI SAE ;

- you were a challenge to his indifferent mien. always testing the limits of his apathy, and you had no idea of the effect you had on him. he didn’t know what it meant either.

- what he did know was that he did his hair every morning, but extra effort into his appearance, all to get a compliment from you.

- he savoured your praises, they remedied his otherwise mundane daily routine. the flush — however noticeable — that adorned his cheeks when your accolades were followed with a smile brought excitement and warmth that he wouldn’t normally feel.

- and strangely, despite the signs, he only realized he liked you when he was forced to be away from you (courtesy of being an international footballer).

- he sulked his entire flight after you had failed to show up to bid him farewell at the airport. and when he landed, the air felt lonely.

(y/n) : i’m so sorry i couldn’t come to say bye :( i was really busy

- he had already forgiven you, but if there was someone he didn’t forgive, it would be himself for not having realized sooner what the ache in his heart meant.

- and after a war between hesitance and hopefulness, the latter emerged victorious as he answered your text.

sae : i’ll miss you

- he also made sure to have flowers sent to your door till the day of his return (to your arms, he wishes). he needed you to know flowers weren’t the end of his affection.

MICHAEL KAISER ;

- kaiser was sick, he was sure of it.

- it wasn’t normal how his face felt hot and how his heart raced whenever you were near.

- he hated the fevered butterflies in his stomach when you cheered for him. he hated that your stupid utterances seemed to block out every other sound — your mellow, damned voice was the only one he could hear.

- every instance of you exchanging words with another person — who wasn’t kaiser — irritated him. moreover, he felt insecurity if he wasn’t the first person you approached. how ridiculous is that?

- mentally or otherwise, there had to be some form of disturbance in his body that you had introduced to him. there was no other explanation.

- it wasn’t until ness made it clear to kaiser (albeit unknowingly) that he finally realises he has a crush on you.

- “you know, i think (y/n) likes you too,”

- kaiser promptly turns to ness, perplexed and unable to process the revelation that had just been made to him.

- “what do you mean too?”

- ness tilts his head, mirroring the blonde’s confusion, “don’t you like them? ‘tis been pretty obvious to me.”

- needless to say, kaiser has only been more of a mess around you since then.

[aroaceleovaldez]

reminder that the only reason the "ADHD is actually demigod BATTLE STRATEGIES" and "dyslexia is DEMIGOD BRAINS HARDWIRED FOR ANCIENT GREEK" things exist in the PJO universe is because it's a very direct reference to early 2000s teaching/parenting techniques for neurodiverse and disabled children, which aimed to frame childrens' disabilities and hardships as a "superpower" or strength so that the children would feel more positively about their disabilities or situations. This technique has fallen out of favor since then for the most part since more often than not it just results in kids feeling as though their struggles are not being seen or taken seriously.

Yes, demigods are adhd/dyslexic (and sometimes autistic-coded) in the series. This is extremely important and trying to remove it or not acknowledge it makes the entire series fall apart because it is such a core concept. Yes, canon claims that their adhd/dyslexia is tied to some innate abilities, which is based on an outdated methodology. It's important to acknowledge that and understand where it comes from! But please stop trying to apply it to other pantheons in the series like "oh, the romans have dyscalculia because of roman numerals!" or "the norse demigods have dysgraphia for reasons!" - it's distasteful at best.

A better option is to acknowledge the meta inspiration for why that exists in the series, such as explaining potentially that Chiron was utilizing that same teaching methodology to try and help demigods feel more comfortable with their disabilities and they aren't literal powers. In fact, especially given Frank, there's implication that being adhd/dyslexic isn't a guaranteed demigod trait, which means it's more likely to be normally inherited from their godly parent/divine ancestor as a general trait, not a power, and further supports the whole "ADHD is battle strategy" thing being non-literal. It also implies the entire greco-roman pantheon in their universe is canonically adhd/dyslexic - and that actually fits very well with the themes of the first series. The entire central conflict of the first series fits perfectly as an allegory about neurodiverse/disabled children and their relationships with their undiagnosed neurodiverse/disabled parents and trying to find solutions together with their shared disability/disabilities that the kid inherited instead of becoming distant from each other (and this makes claiming equivalent to getting a diagnosis which is a fascinating allegory! not to mention the symbolism of demigods inheriting legacies and legends and powers from their parents and everything that comes with that being equivalent to inheriting traits, neurodiversity, and disabilities from your parents).

anyways neurodiversity and disability and the contexts in which the series utilizes representation of those experiences particularly during the 2000s symbolically within the narrative is incredibly important to the first series and the understanding of what themes it means to represent. also if i see one more "the romans have dyscalculia instead of dyslexia" post in 2023 i'm gonna walk into the ocean.

[reidphobic]

there’s no such thing as bad thoughts (only your actions talk) - s. r.

in which you need to ruin your pretty boyfriend, and you know just the toys to do it with. 3988 words. part of the neighbor!au

inexperienced!sub!spencer x dom!fem reader, mommy kink, oral (f and m receiving), sex toys, ass play (m receiving) (please don’t look at me), praise, very very mild degradation

You can tell Spencer has something on his mind, distracted even as you trail siren-red lipstick marks down his neck. You’re only kissing him for kissing’s sake, both of you unwinding and content to simply be in the other’s presence. Still, though, when you bring your lips back up to his, you pout down at him. “What is it, honey?” you say tenderly, trailing your fingers down his cheek.

“It’s nothing,” Spencer says, but he flushes crimson, so it’s not classified. Which means you’ll get it out of him one way or another.

“Spencer,” you chide gently. “You know you’re going to tell me. I know you’re going to tell me. So why don’t we skip this little song and dance, and you can just tell me, hm?” You gaze up into his pretty, sparkling eyes, smile slyly as you dip your head to kiss at the hollow of his throat. “Or I can take you right to the edge, over and over again, and I won’t let you cum until you tell me,” you say with a saccharine smile. “Both ways are fun for me.”

Spencer shudders, swallows. You start to work your way down his body, trace your fingers over his chest until you’re lying between his legs. “Please,” he murmurs.

You press a kiss against his tip through his pants. “Go on, honey. Don’t be shy. Tell Mommy, baby,” you coo. Spencer gnaws on his lip, looking for all the world like the picture of innocence, but you know him better by now; know the exact shine in his eyes, the precise shade of red he flushes when he’s thinking about something dirty.

He hisses as you pull his cock free, lick along the vein at his underside. You keep teasing, gently encourage him with gentle whispers and soft praise. He’s whimpering, putty in your hands, when the confession spills free. “I can’t stop thinking about your… about the…” He trails off, but his eyes flicker towards your bedside table, and you smirk wickedly.

“My toys? S’that what you’re trying to say, honey?” you purr, gazing up at him. “What are you thinking about? Watching me use them? Using them on me?” You pause, smirk. “Or do you want Mommy to use them on you?”

He goes stiff, flushes a deeper red, nods shakily. You raise an eyebrow, and Spencer gently nudges you up. Obligingly, you crawl back up his body, drape yourself on the pillow next to him. “I, uh… I had… I thought about it, and then I couldn’t stop, and I…” He clears his throat. “I watched some… pornography.” Your lips stretch wide in a smile. Oh, this is getting interesting. “Of, um. A girl— a woman— using a… a vibrator on…” He whispers the word vibrator like it’s something dirty, and you just have to do something about that.

“And that’s what you want, sweetheart? You want Mommy to take a vibrator and press it right here?” You swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock, drooling with precum. Spencer nods, writhing pathetically under your touch, but his eyes keep drifting warily. “What’s bothering you, sweet?” you murmur, tracing circles into his thigh. And then it clicks. “I promise it’s all sanitised, never been used on anyone but me. But we don’t have to do anything you’re not up to, alright, pretty?” You smile up at him. “We can go shopping, get whatever you want nice and new for you, yeah?”

Spencer smiles sheepishly. “How do you always..?”

You giggle, kiss his inner thigh. “I know you, honey. And I know sex. So I’m sort of a genius here,” you tease. “Now, why don’t you tell Mommy everything you want me to do to you while I get you all stupid for me, huh?” Spencer nods frantically, pleads softly, as you wrap your lips around his tip. His quiet fantasies tangle with breathy moans, stumbling haltingly from bitten-red lips. Every word sends a fresh pulse of heat between your thighs, and you moan happily as you lose yourself, lose everything but the point where your body meets his.

“Thank you,” Spencer mumbles when he’s regained his sanity. You’ve stopped telling him not to thank you, because it doesn’t work. Climbing back up his body, you tuck your head into his neck, kiss at the soft skin there. You trade slow, lazy kisses until he’s relaxed, soft and pliant under your hands.

Falling asleep in Spencer’s arms is the simplest and greatest pleasure of your life, contented and comforted just from existing in his presence. The steady thump of his heartbeat soothes you as you stir awake, blinking blearily and finding his gaze already on you. “G’morning, honey,” you murmur, voice thick with sleep.

“Hi, baby,” he says softly, skimming a hand across your back as you smile peacefully up at him.

Your eyes flicker to your alarm clock, and you gasp. “Shit, Spencer, it’s, like, eleven o’clock! What are you still doing here?”

Spencer only smiles. “I took a couple days off. I’m flying out to meet the team on Thursday, and they’ll call if they need me before then. I wanted to spend some time with you in the daylight,” he adds with a soft little laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You can’t help but feel a little guilty, not in the least because of the rush of joy that runs through you. People out there need him, and you’re here playing the clingy girlfriend. “You’re sweet,” you say, curling into his chest. Slowly, you wander out of bed, pour coffee and trade lazy kisses over cereal — neither of you are particularly proficient cooks — simply content to exist in each other’s presence. “Still wanna go shopping, baby?” you tease.

To your surprise, Spencer nods. He’s still too shy to give any voice to it, and his cheeks tint pink, but he nods nonetheless.

Grinning, you get to your feet. “We better go take a shower, then. C’mon, Reid, day’s a-wasting,” you tease, pulling him by the hand.

You swear you’ll never get over the sight of him naked and dripping wet, soft and delicate under the shower spray. You kiss him indulgently, sloppy and messy and passionate, until you’re in danger of the water running cold. Spencer does a pathetically poor job of hiding his fixation with your panties, so you let him pick out what to put on under your clothes.

“It’s your color,” he says simply, holding up a pair of delicate red lace panties. You gasp softly when he goes to his knees in front of you, shudder as he drags them up your legs. His slack-jawed gaze is fixed on the lace against your skin, and you go hot all over as he leans in, presses a delicate kiss to your waistband.

“Spencer, honey,” you say, a gentle warning. “If you wanna get out of this house at all today, you’re gonna have to stop that,” you murmur, sliding a hand into his hair as your thighs clench.

Pouting, he gets to his feet. “But you’re so pretty,” he says, eyes soft and pleading.

You giggle. “Mmm, I know. But think about how much fun we’re gonna have later, yeah?” You brush a loose piece of hair behind his ear. “You’re pretty too,” you add, kissing the tip of his nose as his cheeks dust pink.

It takes several attempts and minutes of long, needy kisses to pull him out of the door and into your car. Spencer rests his hand distractingly on your thigh as you drive, looking innocently out of the window every time you turn to face him. But you get your revenge as you lead him into the shop, decorated in tasteful gold lettering and tucked away down a side street.

Spencer’s jaw hangs open as he gazes around, eyes shifty and sliding like he doesn’t know where to look. He looks as though he’s been caught somewhere he shouldn’t, and you giggle, take his hand. “Where d’you wanna start, honey?”

He opens his mouth and closes it several times before any words come out. “I— I don’t…” he murmurs, burying his face in his hands.

You press a kiss to his cheek, heart fluttering in your chest. “It’s alright, beautiful. Don’t get caught up in that pretty little head, okay? We can start nice and slow,” you promise. “What do you think of these?” you ask, holding up a pair of semi-realistic handcuffs.

You can see his thoughts whirring, pointing out every inconsistency with the real thing, but when he speaks, it’s timid. “What would you… use them for?”

A salacious grin spreads across your lips. “We can use them for whatever you want, sweetness. But I can’t say I never dreamt about Agent Reid putting me on the ground and cuffing me,” you tease, and Spencer shudders. “You like the sound of that, gorgeous?” You drop the cuffs into your basket when he nods, the thought of it washing deliciously over you. And, who knows? Maybe he’ll come around to your restraining him… Your thighs clench as you imagine it.

You wander around the shop, delicately explaining every toy and its purpose as Spencer’s cheeks burn deeper crimson with every word. You stack your basket with every toy he shows so much as a passing interest in, and a few more that you don’t dare bring up to him yet. But Spencer’s eyes keep sliding back to the lingerie in the back corner and then darting away like he’s been burned. 

Delicately, you pluck up a white, lacy pair adorned with a soft, pink bow. “Pretty, huh?” you say, careful but with a hard enough edge that Spencer swallows. “I think so too. You’d look gorgeous in them, honey.” You grab his jaw when he tries to look away. “Baby. Don’t try to deny it. I’ve “lost” at least a dozen pairs of panties since we started dating. And I’ll bet I know where to find them,” you sing-song, poking him playfully in the chest.

“An underwear fetish doesn’t automatically prelude crossdressing, actually. It’s got more to do with—” You press a finger to his lips.

“Sweetheart, do you wanna wear them or not?”

Spencer sucks his bottom lip into his mouth tantalisingly. “Yeah… Yeah, I do.”

“Good boy,” you coo, stretching up to kiss his cheek. Getting Spencer to express his desires outwardly is always an uphill battle, so you lavish him with praise whenever he voices them. “Gonna look so beautiful, baby,” you promise, tucking a few more pairs into your basket and dragging Spencer to check out. The associate throws you a knowing smirk at the way he tries to hide behind your considerably shorter frame, slouching his shoulders and pulling at his sleeves, and you toss her a grin back. Spencer gulps as he spots the handful of toys you picked out without showing him.

You tuck your hand into his as you leave the store. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m just future-proofing a little. I won’t ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright?” He nods. “That being said…” you add, a grin creeping across your face. “You’ve got such a pretty ass, honey. I hope you’ll let me, one day.”

Spencer chews on his bottom lip, looks at the floor, but blushes in a way that suggests he’s not totally opposed. You drag him in for a kiss that borders on public indecency, just because you can, giggling into his mouth when you break apart. Deliberately, you fluster him, get him worked up all the way to your apartment until he’s clad in nothing but his boxers on your bedroom floor, hands grasping needily at your hips.

“So cute, honey,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “C’mere, sweetness.��� You lead him to the bed, sit cross-legged against the pillows. “You’re spoilt for choice, pretty.”

“But I don’t… I’m…”

You pout mockingly at him. “We can sit here as long as you like, honey, but nothing’s gonna happen until you tell Mommy what you want, huh?” One day, you’ll get him to dom you, and he’ll be the sweetest pleasure dom you’ve ever had your hands on. You can see it glimmering under his nervous, awkward exterior, sometimes so close to the surface you could reach out and touch it. And every time you get him to tell you what he wants instead of asking, you get a step closer to letting it free.

“I want…” Spencer trails off, breathing ragged. He picks up the fleshlight, inspects it, trails his fingers over the silicone. “But I want you to teach me how to use it,” he adds, a soft little smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah?” you murmur, slowly crawling towards him. “You wanna learn from your Mommy? Such a good boy, Spencer, doin’ so good for me.” One of his hands slides along the back of your neck as you trail yours down his chest, squeeze his cock through his boxers. You press your thumb against the patch of wet fabric, bring the digit up to his lips.

Obediently, he wraps his lips around your thumb, sucks softly. “Please,” he whines as you hook your fingers into his boxers, drag them down so he’s naked under your touch. You sit up, reach over for a bottle of lube, drench the toy with it.

Shuffling down the bed until you’re resting on your elbows between Spencer’s legs, you lean down. “S’gonna get a little messy, honey. That okay?” Spencer nods frantically, legs trembling. You drip spit down his length, and, unable to resist, you kiss his tip. His cock jumps against your lips, and you giggle softly. “You ready, beautiful? Words, please,” you add when he nods.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. M’ready. I want it, Mommy, please!” he whimpers, eyes glossy and trembling with desperation.

“That’s my good boy,” you murmur, pumping his cock once before you slowly bring the toy down. Spencer gasps, his eyes fluttering closed as a keening moan slips from his lips. “Feels good, huh?” Nodding, Spencer squirms, resists the urge to fuck into the toy as you slowly drag it up and down his cock. God, he’s so well-trained.

Arousal coils between your legs, your skin flushed with heat. You stare unabashedly, drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of Spencer disappearing into the toy. “Fuck, ohmygod, so good,” he slurs out. Slick, wet noises fill your room, mingling deliciously with Spencer’s soft whimpers and your helpless moans.

Groaning, you reach for his hand, cover yours with his. “You can move, honey. Make yourself feel good, okay?” With your permission granted, Spencer jerks his hips frantically up, fucking wildly into the toy. After a minute, he settles into a familiar rhythm, moaning at the slick slide against his cock. “Does this feel good, baby? You like fucking a plastic pussy?” Spencer shudders at your lurid, filthy words, nodding after a beat and whining your name. “Does it feel as good as my pussy, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” he gasps. “Nothin’s as good as you, Mommy.”

“Good answer,” you grin, taking your hand off the toy and letting him pick up his own rhythm. “Are you close, pretty?” you ask, slowly sitting up until you’re eye level with him.

“Mhmm,” he says, drawing the words out into a broken moan.

You lick your lips, cunt clenching at the sound. “Where d’you wanna cum, honey?”

Spencer’s jaw is clenched tight, body jerking with every movement of the toy, and it seems to take him a moment to find the words. “In your… in your mouth, Mommy, please,” he whimpers, and you’re only too happy to oblige.

Whining, he pulls the toy off himself, discards it on your sheets as you lean down and coat your fingers in the slick mixture of lube, spit and precum coating his cock. “So pretty for me, sweetness. Such a good boy,” you murmur, licking a slow stripe along the vein at his underside. Spencer thrusts up into your mouth as you sink lower, and you swallow your gag with practised ease. Slowly, you trace your wet fingers up his thigh, along the curve of his ass until you meet his hole. He hisses, tenses up, but relaxes again after a second. “This okay, baby?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I trust you.”

You fucking melt against him, nuzzling your cheek into his thigh affectionately. “Such a sweet boy for Mommy, baby. I…” You pause, bite your tongue. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. You love him. What a crass fucking moment for that realisation, with his dick in your mouth and your fingers pressed against his asshole. You swallow around the words, shove them down to think about later. “Can I give you a little more, sweetheart?”

Spencer nods eagerly, faintly murmurs “Please.” You take him to the root in one motion, swallow around him until he’s dangling helplessly at the edge. Then, oh-so gently, you push just the very tip of your finger inside. Spencer cries out, clamps down on you like a vice, gives a strangled little cry of your name. You press just slightly deeper, flick your tongue across his head, hollow your cheeks. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna— fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chokes out, cum spilling down your throat as he twitches and whines.

You swallow, rock back on your heels. “Hi, honey,” you say when Spencer blinks blearily up at you. “How do you feel?”

“Like, um…” You watch the muscles in his throat contract as he swallows. “Like I want more,” he whispers. “Is that okay?”

Pressing a kiss to his thigh, you sigh softly against his skin. “Sweetness, I wanna give you everything you want. My fingers feel good like this?” you coo. “Have you ever been touched like this before?”

You know the answer. You just want to hear him say it. “No. Never. Feels really good, Mommy, I need—“ Spencer cuts himself off with a choked gasp as you press your finger in deeper.

“Yeah, honey, I know. Mommy knows what you need, baby.” Gently, you pick up a rhythm, slowly kissing your way up his body to soothe him as he twitches and writhes under your attention.

Greedily, you swallow every breathy little whimper and needy little moan from his lips, feeling his cock twitch valiantly between his thighs. “Faster,” he whines, meeting your lips in a kiss that’s mostly spit and teeth, so lust-drunk he can barely control his body.

“Can you take one more, pretty?” you murmur, and he pleads for it, and you’re all too happy to oblige. Cautiously, you press a second finger into him, pump them faster, until he’s so hot under you that you swear he’ll melt in your hands and his cock is hard and leaking.

You crook your fingers a little, and Spencer’s entire body jolts. “That— Oh, God! Again, do that again, please, God, don’t stop, baby, oh, fuck!” And, God, who are you to deny him when he begs so prettily?

You brush your fingers against that spot over and over again, until he can barely form words and tears are leaking from his eyes. “So pretty, honey. I’ve ruined you, huh? Never gonna get off without thinking of me again. ‘Cause you’re mine, got it? Mommy’s good, sweet, slutty boy.”

He doesn’t even manage to pull together a warning, just a garbled sound that might be Mommy as he comes. His face contorts in pleasure, legs trembling and eyes rolling back. The sight of him so lost in pure ecstasy is endlessly erotic, your neglected cunt pulsing with need as you watch.

It takes Spencer a little longer to come back to himself this time, but the dazed, blissed-out look on his face is well worth the wait. “Oh, sweet boy,” you murmur. “This is gonna feel a little weird, sweetness, just breathe, okay? I’ll take care of you,” you promise, cautiously slipping your fingers free. He whines at the loss, body jerking involuntarily. “God, you’re so pretty like that. You gonna be okay if I go wash my hands, honey?”

Spencer nods feebly and you race to the bathroom and back in record time, scrambling back into bed before the chill in your apartment sets in. “Your hands are cold,” Spencer pouts, and you laugh.

“Then I guess I’d better stop touching you, huh?” you tease, but make no move to lift your palm from his chest.

His hand skims down your back. “Can I make you come?” he murmurs, quiet and soft. “I want to.”

Your chest clenches. God, he’s so sweet. “‘Course you can, honey. Such a good boy. You wanna let Mommy sit on your face?”

Spencer moans, head thudding back against the pillow as he grasps greedily at your hips. “Please.”

“Won’t take long, sweetness,” you promise, climbing up his body and kneeling with your thighs on either side of his jaw. “You got me all worked up, how pretty you look, how gorgeous you sound. Such a sweet boy, baby.” Spencer flickers his tongue over your soaked cunt and you gasp, fists clenching in your sheets.

You shove your hips down against his mouth, grind on his tongue as he buries it deep inside you. Pleasure throbs in the deepest corners of your body and Spencer moans into you, whimpers out a plea. The sound vibrates through your body, toes curling and eyes screwing shut. “Just like that, baby, c’mon, I— fuck!” you cry, collapsing forward on your elbows when Spencer wraps his lips around your clit, sucks softly.

He eats you like he’s been starved, switching between fucking you with his tongue and licking over your clit so fast it makes you dizzy. You clench around his tongue, rock your hips against his mouth, whine incoherently as pleasure pulls deep in your belly.

“God, honey, doing so good, so good for Mommy, don’t stop,” you moan, writhing and trembling on top of him. Spencer tongue-fucks you with renewed fervour, trying every trick you’ve taught him to pull you over the edge. You cum with a whimpering little scream, cunt pulsing against his mouth and hands scrambling for purchase in the sheets. Pure bliss wipes you clean, your muscles going limp and your body slumping against his.

You feel Spencer smile against your thigh, press a soft kiss there before you climb off him. “Thank you,” he murmurs, the words softly familiar.

“I should be thanking you, gorgeous,” you say, tracing your fingers across his lips and gathering up your arousal. “This is all you, honey,” you add, slipping your wet fingers into his open mouth and smiling softly as he sucks them clean. “You were such a good boy tonight, you know? I know trying something new can be stressful for you, but you took it so well, sweetheart.”

Spencer sighs. “But it wasn’t, though. I… I trust you. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I like trying new things with you. You make me feel safe.” His cheeks are burning red, but he sounds so earnest that you can’t hold it back anymore.

“I love you, honey,” you say, quiet but firm. “You don’t have to say it back, I just… I do, and I want you to know.”

Lips parted and brow scrunched in disbelief, Spencer turns to you. “Are you kidding? Angel, I love you so much. I didn’t want to say it too soon and freak you out, but… I love you.” Your lips curve into a smile, and you kiss him frantically, pouring frenzied passion against his lips.

Spencer laughs breathlessly when you break apart for air, practically glowing as you gaze at him. “Hi,” you giggle, stretching out your stiff legs. “Think we need a shower, honey.”

He nods, but makes no move to get up, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his. “In a minute.”

[geombyu]

GOJO SEES YOU WEARING HIS SHIRT !

Pairing. student!gojo x student!gn!reader

Genre. fluff, friends to hinted lovers perhaps

Word count. 0.6k | Warnings. swearing, the reader is smaller than gojo (the shirt is big on them)

A/N. i see a lot of these and like 7/10 times theyre smut LMAOAO so i wanted to write a fluff ver! i also did Not think id be writing for jjk but 😭 ig we are + not rlly proofread sorry :(

Today was Gojo's day off, and what better way to start it than waking up at four pm?

He was a busy guy - despite only being in high school - he's already taken on many jobs, it was only right he could get sixteen hours of sleep.

When he arrived at your shared dorm at twelve in the morning, you were already asleep, so when he got out of his room and laid his eyes on you wearing his t-shirt, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh, hey Satoru." You spoke, sparing him a quick glance before going back to cooking. His mouth was still wide open; he couldn't respond—he tried, but he couldn't. No sound could leave him. Who knew all it took for the strongest to be left speechless was the sight of you in his shirt?

You look back at him, seeing how his jaw was still on the floor, you realize it was probably because of what you were wearing right now.

"Oh! This? Sorry," you chuckle, "none of my clothes have been washed yet—call me gross, whatever—so I decided to steal from your wardrobe. Hope you don't mind." You stuck your tongue out before placing the eggs on a plate.

You moved to put the plate on the dining table, giving him a better view of you in his shirt. It fit him so perfectly, so seeing it so big on you absolutely made his heart melt.

There was a light tint of pink on your friend's cheeks now; you were so cute he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Are you okay with just eggs? There's more stuff but I wanna save them for next time—oh, actually, you might not be here tomorrow…" You mumbled the last part, choosing to ignore how he still hasn't responded to any of your sentences.

Gojo tried to get a word out, but all he could manage was a strange, strangled noise, which you respond to with a confused hum. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't organize any of his thoughts. He was screaming over and over in his head, but there was a thought slightly bigger than the rest (the rest which consisted of AAAA's, OH MY GOD's, and WHAT THE FUCK's)—that thought was: "holy fuck you're so adorable," which was also exactly what he just blurted out.

Now it was your turn to be flustered, "I—what?"

Gojo's eyes widen before he covers his face with his hands, his face now fully red. "Ignore what I just said," his voice was muffled, but you could still hear what he said.

You never thought you'd see the Gojo Satoru blushing so deeply with his face in his hands, but here he is. You laugh, "can you repeat that?" You were teasing him, I mean, it's not every day that this happens, but any more teasing and his heart might actually blow up.

"Y/n, shut up—oh my God—I hate you!"

"I thought you said I was adorable? Or do you hate cute things?"

He yells into the palms of his hands.

Although you're being bold right now, him calling you adorable caused your brain to shut down for a good millisecond. Gojo complimented you all the time, but somehow, this felt different.

You walk to where he's standing right now, hands still covering his pretty face. You put your hand on his, and the feeling of your warm and soft hands comfort him.

He could tell you wanted to pull his hands away, and while he didn't want that, he was so weak to your touch.

He had no other option but to give in, so he did. You put his left hand away first, then the right. With his hand still in yours, you softly spoke, "if that's the case, then you must really hate yourself."

Oh, he was so in love with you.

© geombyu

[dogboyratgirl]

hey guyssssss

i'm so insane over these 2.........

[headphonegrl]

“I feel like I’m going to die.” Jude leans over one of the barriers on the side of the training pitch, trying to get so close to you that the top of the metal digs into his ribs. When he first saw you sit down all bundled up in your scarf he squeezed his hand so tight his knuckles turned white; like when you see a dog so cute you need to grit your teeth or a baby so sweet you need to pinch their cheek or you might just explode. 

“Well, can you postpone that?” You fold down the page of your book to rest it on your lap. The same one you read aloud to him last night when he couldn’t get his eyes to stay closed. “Please?”

“We’ll see.” Jude wants to lean forward and rest his forehead against yours. He wants to pull away your hat and plant a kiss right between your eyebrows. He feels like he needs to for his own sake like it’s the equivalent of taking vitamins in the morning and washing his face after a long day. 

“Are you just on a water break or are you free?” You ask, subconsciously moving your hand toward your bag in case it was the latter. You had both planned to get coffee and sandwiches, then to sit comfortably on a park bench people-watching. It was only through you that Jude had learned the delicate art of creating lives for complete strangers.

“Just a water break.” He holds up his bottle as if it’s proof. If he really was free to leave he would’ve been tripping over his own feet running to get changed before his coach could finish the sentence. “How’s the book going?”

“I’m not going to give it away!” You make a scoffing sound and lean forwards to swat him away. “It’s cheating!”

“It’s saving time!” Jude pauses to take a swig from his water bottle. There’s a droplet of water that runs down from the corner of his mouth and you brush it away with the pad of your thumb, and he feels his stomach do a little drop like he’s on a rollercoaster. “You won’t have to read it to me tonight.”

‘’You’re very impatient.” From anyone else, it could maybe sound meliaceous but he knows you like the back of his own hand, knows there’s not one nasty bone in your body.

“Only for you.” Jude scrunches up his face in preparation for your reaction to his cheesy line. When you stick your tongue out in mock disgust he wants to move forward just a tiny bit further and plant a kiss right on your lips, but he knows you’ve never been a fan of public affection. He takes into account all the times you’ve buried your face into his neck when he’s tried to kiss you in other people’s company, the times your face has heated up when he’s put his hand on your leg in public. So instead he just squeezes his fist so tight his knuckles turn white.

[dizscreams]

“FINDING LOVE, BEYOND THE SEA”

— Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x fem!mermaid!reader

SUMMARY: Ethan explored the beach and he finds you and its all fluffy or whatever woooohoooo

A/N: saw the little mermaid yesterday and since I only ever think of Jack/Ethan this idea came to mind lol enjoy :)

TAGS: @xyzstar @ourloveisgod23 @wenvierismycomfort @beary-rambles @aesthetixhoe @dizzyscreams @mbankfav @aqellano @c8rdigan @jakesgirll @astermath @gabbylovesreading

“Don’t go too far, dude. Sam will kill me if I loose one of you idiots,” Chad said to Ethan as he put on his sunglasses. Ethan only rolled his eyes in reply and went off. He liked the beach, it was calm, it was pretty, but he preferred walking through the sand than swimming in the ocean. He put his AirPods in and looked around.

People were running around, some tanning some burning from the scorching sun, some surfing or swimming. He ended up walking far enough to the point where less and less people were. Ethan checked his phone and it had only been 15 minutes so he kept walking.

He kept walking until he found a secluded place near some rocks. It was a lagoon surrounded by palm trees and plants. If he didn’t go closer to it he would’ve never known it was there. He thought it was interesting but Ethan was hardly the type to explore further so he turned around.

As he was about to walk back to the beach he heard something. It sounded like a splash so he turned back around, but there was nothing there. He squinted his eyes to try and see into the almost clear water but there was nothing he could see. He went to walk away again but heard another splash so he quickly turned around and saw something or someone.

He saw you, you who had popped your head out of the water and had your arms propped up on a rock, you who had gorgeous eyes, who had a seashell top, who had scales and a tail. Ethan stumbled backwards at the sight. Maybe he had been in the sun too long. Maybe it was just a fake tail and you were trying to prank people. He stood there looking at you while you looked at him too.

You had never seen a human this close before. You had barely seen one at all before. Your people thought they were dangerous, but something about this one excited you. “I wont bite, I promise,” you told him sweetly. You examined his pretty features, he had brown eyes and curly hair, he was gorgeous.

“Um, what- uh what are you?” He stammered and took another small step backwards. The poor boy seemed terrified. “Would you believe me if I said a mermaid? I know it seems silly.” You slowly got out of the water and sat on a rock not facing him. “There’s no reason to be scared though, I won’t hurt you.”

You figured mermaids didn’t get a great reputation, but if anything mermaids were more scared of humans.

He watched as your hands squeezed the water out of your hair and he watched your tail. It was still in the water moving back and forth slowly. “How are you real?” He asked moving forward a bit. It didn’t make any sense to him. Ethan always liked facts more than make believe. It made him feel safer knowing than not.

You shrugged at his question, “Not sure. The same as you I suppose,” you giggled looking at him, “Nobody ever comes over here. Not humans not mermaids, it’s usually just me. It’s a cool spot isn’t it?”

He nodded and you frowned, “I’m sorry for scaring you,” you said quietly, “Would you like me to leave?”

One part of Ethan wanted to run away like the coward he was but some other part of him shook his head at you, “No, you can stay. This is your place anyways, would you like me to go?” His voice was small and he found himself stuttering a bit. “No, you can stay,” you said smiling. Your presence was calming and your smile was so contagious that Ethan smiled back.

“Would you like to sit?”

“Um yeah sure.”

Ethan walked towards you slowly and sat down on the rock next to you. You were even more beautiful now that he could see you better. You were practically glowing in the sunlight. “So, what’s your name human?” You asked curiously, tilting your head. “Ethan, what’s yours?” “Y/n.” “That’s pretty,” he said quietly. “Thank you,” you smiled.

“What’s that in your ears?” You asked poking him, to which he slightly flinched at. He didn’t even realize his AirPods were still in his ears. “Headphones, they allow you to listen to music.”

Your face contorted to one of confusion and he laughed, “Here, take one.” He gently gave you one and helped you put it in your ear correctly. You slightly shivered at the contact plus his voice in your ear, “There, like that.” He pulled away from you and looked at his phone to see the song playing. He decided it was appropriate enough for you and looked at you, waiting for a reaction.

Your mouth was slightly open and your eyes were wide, “This is weird but it’s amazing!”

He laughed and nodded. You both sat there in comfortable silence listening to music together before you pointed to the top of his head. “What are those?” He felt the top of his head and found that his sunglasses were still there. He grabbed them, “These?” You nodded and he took them off. “Sunglasses. These help keep the sun out of your eyes.”

“Can I put them on?”

“Sure,” he shrugged before handing them to you.

You put them on backwards causing him to laugh, “Like this,” he gently grabbed them off your face and flipped them before handing them back to you. You put them back on correctly this time. “Perfect,” he said smiling. You smiled back and looked around. “I like them. Do I look cool?”

He chuckled at you, there was something just so innocent about you. “Yeah, you do.”

He wanted to know more about you and he wanted to show you more. He guessed you didn’t know a lot of human stuff.

Ethan’s phone vibrated and he checked it to see a text from Chad.

Chad

Dude where are you were about to leave

Ethan muttered a curse and got up, “Hey, I have to go, my friends are waiting for me.” You frowned and handed him back his AirPods quickly but he stopped you when you tried taking off the sunglasses. “You can keep them, they suit you.”

You smiled and jumped into the water. You put your hands on the rock and looked up at him, “Will I see you again?” He smiled and nodded, “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“Maybe next time you can swim with me!”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You flapped your tail and went back underwater. He watched as you swam away gracefully and he walked away.

He made a mental note for when he got home that he’d do as much research on mermaids as humanly possible. He definitely couldn’t tell anyone about this.

What a weird day.

Don’t like this lmao but couldn’t get the idea out of my head 😣

[forlorn-crows]

quick little thing to write: mounty begging rainy to pleaseplease open his legs and let him see his cunt we wants to kiss so bad

two days of ghoul cunt in a row eat up fuckers

what is quick to us will certainly not be quick with rain in charge . . . transmasc rainy as always, you know the drill

Mountain could watch for hours how rivulets of water flow over Rain’s naked form; clear veins of his element clinging to his skin in entrancing lighting-shaped patterns that draw his eyes all the way down to his toes. He watches as the pathways along his back fork and morph as his mate washes his hair. They zigzag along the ridge of fins on either side of his spine and cut across his ribs, just to meet again at the little divots in his lower back and snake down to the backs of his thighs. Mountain can’t help but reach out and divert the flow, running his palms along his torso with a happy rumble. 

“All you ever do is ogle me,” Rain complains with a false pout. “Can’t ever be bothered to use those hands to scrub instead of grope, hm?”

“I like your grime; why would I ever wash it off?” Mountain counters with a nip to his soapy ear. “I’d let you be my slimy fishy forever,” he whispers against the shell of it, using his proximity to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him against his chest with a self-satisfied trill. 

“Eugh. You’re a nasty beastie.” Rain swats at him with the end of his tail, fins slapping wetly against Mountain’s calf. 

“Your nasty beastie.” He hooks his chin over the water ghoul’s shoulder, face straight into the shower spray. It’s pleasantly warm, warmer than Rain usually likes, for Mountain’s sake. He hums at the shampoo-scented steam swirling around their faces, some beachy coconut variety that Rain nicked from one of their tour hotels—rare that he even likes any of the scents, let alone approves of the quality enough to use and take home. “Mm, you smell good.”

“I better,” Rain says airily. But he turns to give the earth ghoul a kiss anyway. It’s a small peck that turns into a lingering kiss, and that, paired with Mountain’s morning wood, turns into a full makeout session, all hopes of using the shower for its intended purpose gone down the drain with the last of Rain’s shampoo. 

“You’re too easy, my love,” the water ghoul teases against his lips. 

Mountain presses fully against his back, the hands on his waist drifting up towards his tits. He gently palms them both and ruts into the cleft of his ass, rumbling deep in his chest when Rain sighs prettily into his mouth. The earth ghoul licks in then, twirling his tongue around sharp double fangs. 

“How can I not be, sharing a shower with a beautiful siren like you?”

Rain smiles and reaches back to grab at Mountain’s outer thighs. Pulling his hips more purposefully against him as he arches into all of his touch. “Mm, keep saying nice things,” he says with a hint of mischief. 

“So gorgeous,” Mountain mumbles, grazing his lips against his sharp jaw. He sucks at the spot below his ear and earns a pleased huff from the water ghoul. He keeps going, dragging his mouth over fluttering gill fins and the soft skin of his neck. “Taste so good, tadpole.” 

Rain nuzzles against him. “You tell me often.”

“And I’ll keep telling you,” Mountain answers. He kneads harder at Rain’s tits as he moves to kiss over his shoulders, his spine. “You’re so soft. Like silk.” The words make him bite back a groan. Mountain echoes the sound with one of his own. Cock kicking against the back of Rain’s thigh as he sinks further down. “Fuck, you always make the prettiest noises. Will you make more for me?” 

Mountain’s hands drag down the front of Rain’s torso, coming to rest on his lower belly. Fingers playing with his damp happy trail, up and down. He’s soft there too, normally fluffy hair smoothed down by the water and coated in conditioning body wash. Could spend hours just there, too, playing with it. But Mountain shifts his attention and plants a kiss right above the base of his tail, and Rain breathes a cross between a laugh and a moan. Mountain can feel his stomach spasm under his hands. 

“Yeah,” he says softly, lifting his tail and swaying his hips. Making sure Mountain gets more than a delicious eyefull. “How ‘bout you make me?” Rain turns and looks down at him with a smirk and still-tired eyes. The smell of his arousal hits him like a brick, amplified in the humid air. Mountain shudders and lets his face fall forward into the small of Rain’s back, nose pressing flat into one of the dimples just above his ass. Snuffling like a dog to take in as much of his smell as possible. 

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Fuck, Rain.” Mountain’s mouth waters with the need to taste that arousal, cock bobbing to full hardness against his stomach. “Belial, I need you.”

Rain hums. “”M right here.”

“Let me see,” he pleads, hands sliding down the front of his thighs. “Please, need to kiss it, let me—”

“Yeah? You want it bad?”

Mountain whines, pathetic in his need for Rain’s cunt. “Please, darling, please don’t tease.” He brings his hands around to that perky round ass, grabbing both of his cheeks and spreading just so he can see a little more. The sight of his pink hole above perfectly dusky lips almost does him in right there. 

“Go on, put your mouth on it,” the water ghoul groans, leaning forward onto the shower tiles and spreading his legs. “Show me how much you want it.”

Rain’s lips spread apart as if in slow motion, obscene and sinful and wet as they separate in front of Mountain’s face, and the earth ghoul forgets how to breathe for a good five seconds. The stream of the shower morphs again and diverts a line right down to Rain’s dick. Mountain catches himself drooling as the water trickles off the little head, reminding him of soaked laps and wet sheets and endless orgasms squeezed out on his cock, and it’s so violent an image that he has to grab at himself to keep from shooting over Rain’s ankles. 

“Fuck, how’re you this perfect,” he growls. Without further hesitation, Mountain flips himself to sit between his legs, hands on either side of Rain’s feet, and nose pressed firmly into his mound. He darts his tongue out to lap at his clit, groaning as he coaxes it to full hardness in his mouth. The musky, salty taste of him grows stronger the longer he suckles at the tip, and Mountain could jerk off to just the sight of Rain above him, looking over his tits with heavy eyes and plush bottom lip sucked into his mouth. 

“That’s it,” the water ghoul breathes. “Shit, you kiss it so good.” He keens at a particularly hard suck, and both of their eyes roll.

“Pretty,” Mountain mumbles against his folds. Dipping a little lower so he can really taste them. 

“That fucking nose, sunflower,” Rain gasps. He drops a hand down to his horns, gripping the base of it so he can grind from tip to bridge. “Feels so good.”

A jolt of pleasure runs down his spine, and it rips an embarrassing, garbled noise straight from his gut. “Satanas, Rainy, use me,” he blurts out. 

Rain huffs a laugh. “You’d suffocate if I used you how I really wanted.”

A glob of pre fit to rival a water ghoul squirts from the tip of his dick, and he stutters into his entrance: “I’d—fuck, I’d let you.” 

“Hh-oh,” Rain gasps. “Sit on you ‘til your eyes cross.” He grinds again, smiling lazily. “So cute when you do that. Drunk on me like a dog with a good bone, huh?”

Mountain groans long and deep, gripping Rain’s thigh like a vice. Eyes threatening to cross just as mentioned. 

Rain shakes his head, hips bucking. “Are you gonna wring one out of me in here, or are you gonna let me ride your face on the bed like a good boy?”

“‘M your good boy,” he parrots back, eyebrows turning up in the middle. 

Rain twists the water to OFF and reluctantly steps away from Mountain’s mouth. “Then you better get out of this shower in the next minute, or I’m taking you right here on the tile.”

[wierdautumn]

reblogging instead of replying bc i have a lot to say LOL

closed species have a lot of potential to be really shitty but 99% of that is because of people, not just the fact that it's a closed species community at all. i'm a moderator for a decently sized closed species and honestly it's been absolutely incredible ! not only is it amazing to have such an active community of artists, but it's also been fantastic for artists being able to sell their art

i've seen MANY people complain about the prices of closed species adopts [or just adoptables in general] but like. that's just artists getting paid for their work ?? making adopts for the species im involved with has helped me pay rent and non-staff members in the community will sell species based commissions or YCHs

and to be completely honest i really don't care whether a species is "original" or not. it does not matter to me. from my experience, we are past the old timey deviantart days when someone will shit themself because they saw someone create a character similar to their closed species

all of the species im a part of don't care about similar ideas being used for non-species characters. i think trying to police what people do outside of the community is dumb as hell and any species who tries to do anything like that is also dumb as hell ! thats what i mean by a species being shitty or not has to do with the people

im trying to think of other anti-closed species arguments to retort but im drawing a blank... essentially i love closed species so long as everyone's chill and the current community i moderate has brought me... So much joy it's unreal

this is all coming from the perspective of someone who HATED closed species up until about a year ago BTW, i stayed as far away from them as possible but my current community changed my mind entirely =]

if anyone wants to debate closed species with me [respectfull] i welcome that i feel like i need someone to bounce off of LOL

whats like, everybodys current take on closed species as a concept. idk much abt this stuff, but its interesting to hear abt.

[pocket-vvardvark]

what do you MEAN I have to proofread OUUUGGSBSBABANANAN I don't wanna 😩😩 just wanna post it on ao3 NOAW

[skrunksthatwunk]

every time i remember hiei and yusuke's little ritual of sparring whenever they see each other for the first time in a while (usually as they're about to face a big threat) and how hiei just wordlessly attacks him and yusuke takes it with good humor (for the most part) i lose my fucking mind and i need someone else to understand so so bad

hiei opening with unexplained violence, acting like the murderous demon everyone takes him to be, and yusuke seeing through it as just how hiei is, and meeting him where he is in this non-malicious but combative intricate ritual bs. they met through violence and communicate through it but it's out of an admiration for skill, for what can't be said with words, for their reliance on each other as equals, as teammates. they share a past of ostracization, resentment, and a desire to burn the world down for its treatment of them the others don't. hiei feels seen in and understood by yusuke. i don't think it needs to be said that hiei doesn't have many people he considers equals, or peers, or teammates. and yusuke was the first to trust him. to see him as more than a monster. to have blind, unearned faith that he could do good, and that he could be better. yusuke changed him. his trust and friendship changed him. and so for that ritual to rely on that trust—the thought that hiei wouldn't actually turn on him, wasn't trying to betray him or hurt him or get his revenge like he used to claim—makes those scenes so poignant (read: makes me want to howl into the night air). it's about the dance. it's about what they know they have in common beneath the posturing and machismo, the ways they are alike deep, deep down, and the way they both know that and never speak of it.

i also think it's because hiei's afraid of losing him. it's especially obvious in chapter black, but even in DT he's got to make sure yusuke—a dumbass who only got his powers recently—is up to scratch. no matter how he feels about humanity, he doesn't particularly want to see yusuke lose everything he loves either. but mostly he couldn't stand to watch yusuke fall. and because he knows yusuke's in over his head, he's testing whether he has to distance himself and prepare for yusuke to abandon him (via death) like everyone else. he doesn't do this with kuwabara because (at least in the DT's case) he'd been training him. he knows, for the most part, what kuwabara can do. (he also doesn't have that same closeness, both because kuwabara doesn't trust him and, perhaps, because he's doing the distance thing pre-emptively bc he thinks he's weak, unlike yusuke). and he doesn't do this with kurama because he believes wholeheartedly in his skill, centuries of experience, and demonhood. humans are fragile, and hiei needs to reassure himself that yusuke isn't.

hiei claims he wants revenge and postures like a rival, but he never goes all out and he never tries this seriously. he fools around with yusuke because if yusuke lost and hiei proved his superiority, hiei would have to leave him behind. and as much as he wants to prove his strength, as hungry as he is for validation (centering fighting prowess because violent is all he's ever been allowed to be), he can't stand the thought of that. he feels that he is yusuke's equal and peer (and friend), whether they're equally strong or not, but because a part of him still thinks fighting's all that matters (and because he wants to protect him and thus himself), hiei must make himself believe that yusuke is as strong as him. so he checks in on him for reassurance via sparring, but never actually tries to hurt him. in conclusion, i am so normal

[breathlessheartbeat]

The subject was restless today. It had paced its cage like it sensed it was that time again. To collect samples, to test their limits. They had not idea.

As they were put on the table, it grumbled and growled until they managed to get the IV done, pull the restraints closed and place the oxygen mask in place.

The gas hissed as it left the canister and went straight for the mask.

The subject felt it wasn't oxygen right away. The smell was wrong, the temperature, the feeling of it. It started to fight the restraints, it's back arching off the table. The knees bent, the arms pushing upward, but the binds had been designed to keep them there. It tried to shake off the mask, but it was on tight.

The results became clear soon after. With all that effort, they couldn't help taking the gas in. Their muscles started to shake until they gave out, their back banging against the table.

Their mouth fell open, slack. Their eyes widened in horror, pupils dilating. The muscles spasmed now and then as the subject clung to the last of consciousness. Then, they were ready for another procedure.

The doctors took off the mask. The lead doctor checked their teeth, their tongue. Then, shone a light in their eyes. Pressed their neck, their chest, the inside of their tighs. Someone was writing down all they were saying. The subject couldn't understand it.

The doctor came back and held their neck. They pressed both sides of it, where human tonsils would be. They massaged it again and again until the subject's fangs came out. They drip drip drip their poison onto their mouth. The subject couldn't swallow. They started shaking, the desire to do so not great enough to actually do it.

Their body spasmed, completely involuntary, trying to take a breath. They were choking, choking on their own venom. Their tongue managed to move, hanging out of their mouth, displacing some of the liquid enough for them to take a wet breath.

"Heart is reacting. So are the lungs," said the assistant. "They're not immune to it."

"Maybe they're less vulnerable to it. Let's ride it out," the doctor replied.

Perhaps, undrugged, the subject could have fought her own poison. As it stood, even when the doctor put their head to the side to drain the poison out of their mouth, they did not stand a chance.

They harvested it straight from the fangs until it filled a syringe. Showing it to the subject's glassy eyes, they injected it straight into their heart.

Even before they took off the syringe, it was bobbing with the overdrive the heart was sent on. Gasps came up from their lungs, quicker and louder until they were difficult and agonal. The body rebeled, spasmed. Then, it went still.

"Less than a minute", recorded the doctor. "Get the antidote. Let's get them back online."

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

request: is this how you request something? ive been using tumblr for just a couple of days and im not used to anything ...i hope this is okay!

could i request a hyoga x gn reader? where reader is kind of blunt and direct with the things they say and end up confessing to hyoga while training with him out of an accident; like they say "this is why i like you!" and then they get really embarrassed about it, however, they dont deny anything and wait for hyoga's response.

if the term handsome could be used to describe reader i would really appreciate it. have a nice day!!! i absolutely fell in love with how you write this man

warnings: it’s very short, hyoga is sweet again, reader is referred to as handsome

While you were never one to beat around the bush— you didn’t really see a point in it— even you would admit that this was not how you planned to share your feelings with him.

It was truly like any other day, you were forcing him to train with you and through all his complaints of how he wished to train alone and how he wished you would leave him alone, he would always help you. His excuse was always that he had to make sure you weren’t going to hold him back when we have to fight, but you knew he was worried about you and the rest of the village deep down and wished for more people who were capable of fighting. However harsh his words may be, his actions always spoke louder than his words. He was strict and hard when you were sparring, but when he was demonstrating better form for certain moves, he was surprisingly gentle.

It was very obvious that he respected you very much, even if he would never say so ever.

So while others wondered why such a handsome individual as yourself, with so many people eager to get a chance to talk to you, would be so invested in talking to Hyoga of all people, it was because you knew he was not as cold and ruthless as everyone thought he was. Deep inside you were aware he cared for many, even if not everyone.

Today he went on again about how your form was very unproper and how you had blind spots everywhere, putting yourself in complete danger depending on the situation. This was not out of the ordinary, but today you were a little curious how he’d respond if you teased him a little.

“You’re quite sweet aren’t you, Hyoga,” you said.

Immediately, he paused and frowned a little.

“How could you possibly have come to that conclusion?” he asked, scoldingly.

“You may not think so, but it’s rather obvious that you do care,” you said.

“I think you’re rather delusional if anything. I’m just worried you’re not going to last minutes against any modern weapon. As of now I do not wish to imagine what’d happen if you’re against a gun of any sort,” he said, rambling on about potential dangers that you would be utterly unprepared for and it only put a smile to your face. You truly didn’t mean to say it out loud, but this was exactly why you loved him— he cares a lot.

“This is why I like you,” you said, before you could stop the words from spilling out. You were going to make something up and deny the fact, until you saw how caught off guard Hyoga looked. You had never seen him look like that ever.

So instead you stopped and looked at him, absolutely nervous, but serious. After what seemed like forever, he finally said something.

“I don’t understand, why do you like me?” he asked, confused what prompted that statement.

“Oh, because you care,” you said. “You’re sweet.”

His eyes widened and a slight smile, hardly visible, but definitely there, appeared on his face. Never in his life would he have thought you could tell his harsh words came from a place of genuine care. However, he could tell that you had slightly the wrong idea, so he had to make it clear.

“I only care about you,” he said.

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CHAOS THEORY TRAILER SPOILERS CUZ IT BLEW MY FREAKIN MIND OMGG

FIRST OF ALL BROOKLYN DEAD?? OMG it hardly sunk in and yet I’m still shook I HOPE SHE EITHER ESCAPED OR JUST CAPTURED PLEASE DONT BE DEAD DEAD

also side note I feel like they would be freaking out more if she died??? Besides worrying for themselves in danger like more sad ig for her (especially Kenji, like dude ur gf died???) They prob will in the first ep of the show tho

THEIR CHARACTER DESIGNS ARE SOMETHING like idk what to feel they’re not bad buts at the same time I feel a little weird about them MAYBE ITS BECAUSE WE SAW HOW THEY LOOKED AS YOUNG PPL SO ITS ODD TO SEE THEM GROWN UP

LIKE I SAID THEY KINDA LOOK LIKE SIMS

YAZ HAS BANGS?? ITS COOL THO LIKE SHE KINDA LOOKS BADASS

DOES KENJI HAVE A BOWLCUT 😭😭 SOMEONE GIVE MAN A GOOD HAIRCUT

BENS DESIGN IS GROWING ON ME (still a Bit goofy)

DARIUS LOOKS GOOD AS ALWAYS

SAMMY LOOKS CUTE SHE HAS SHORT HAIR AND I THINK I SAW PINK

BROOKLYN I COULDNT REALLY SEE BUT HER HAIR WAS DYED SOME COLOR AND IT WAS SHORT AND TO THE SIDE? HOPEFULLY WELL HAVE MORE THAN JUST THAT ONE CLIP OF HER

THEY ALL LOOK DIFFERENT FROM THEIR FINALE DESIGNS BUT IN A GOOD WAY

I ALSO WISH WE CAN SEE THEYRE FULL DESIGNS

IMMA GO THRU THE TRAILER LATER AND LIKE PAUSE AND SCREENSHOT EACH PART TO SEE HOW THEY LOOK PROPERLY IM JUST EXCITED RN

OKAY NOW THE PLOT

SO OBVIOUSLY “someone’s hunting us Darius” SO SOMEONES AFTER THEM

it’s prob someone new and I’m guessing someone from either the government or Jurassic world just someone powerful

everything’s def gonna be darker which I’m excited for!!

also they said they’re using raptors to hunt them and I’m not sure by that so maybe they mean like they’re controlling them again or idk

im kinda forgetting the trailer so imma rewatch again and prob make another post saying more BUT THIS IS A LOT ALREADY

AHHH SO EXCITED FOR CHAOS THEORY